Children born and raise on a Sunday
Hearing what their leaders say
Singing along
A story missing to the ones who wont listen
All the words are left alone
but I've been running out, fighting to stay above the line
and I can feel the devil is close

It's gonna follow me down
It's gonna follow me down (let it follow)

Last rites in a lost city
I can't fight for a life I've never known
Dark lights giving no pity
Last rites for the place I call my home

Fear is in the war for society
Hungry for the heresy
Never atone
A spark that glistens for the
Souls of a mission
Canonize this pile of stones
But I'm rebelling now,
fighting to save my only life
I can feel the rapture is close

It's gonna follow me down
It's gonna follow me down (let it follow)

Last rites in a lost city
I can't fight for a life I've never known
Dark lights giving no pity
Last rites for a place I call my home
(Woah, ah ah, woah ah-ah)
Place I call my home
(Woah, ah ah, woah ah-ah)
Place I call my home

sanctus dominus I am left alone

Last rites in a lost city
I can't fight for a life I've never known
Dark lights giving no pity
Last rites for a place I call my home
(Woah, ah ah, woah ah-ah)
Place I call my home
(Woah, ah ah, woah ah-ah)
Place I call my home